Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 515 Ancient Words
It seems that the sun that does not fall does not have a trace of temperature to hang above this ice and snow world.

At the scientific research station in the Southwest Division of Antarctica, Hubble was wrapped in thick winter clothes. He stood behind the iron fence in the scientific research room, looked at the rolling snow-white mountains, and complained why he came here in a twitch.

The hot air from his mouth turned into white gas and drifted away, as if crystal ice flakes were sticking to the glasses.

"This ghost weather..."

Hubble took off his glasses and wiped them awkwardly with thick gloves, "I'd better go back to drink coffee, I hope Bertrand and the others can gain something today."

Whispering words, Hubble got down the iron ladder and went to the cafeteria next to the scientific research room. They are all buildings supported by iron frames, suspended from the cold ground, and there are air conditioners inside for heating. It is better than staying outside to suffer from the cold Much better.

He pushed open the blue door of the cafeteria and went in. The chef was busy with the noon food, which were all high-calorie foods. When the fat chef saw Hubble coming in, he greeted him warmly.

Immediately, he made a cup of coffee and sat across the room and handed it to the scientific researcher who had heard that it was inexplicable.

"Los Angeles is a great city, I traveled there for a few months [-] years ago, it's great, the girls are so warm, a paradise like that, why would you choose to leave and suffer in this ice and snow. For the money ? Or fame?"

Hubble took a sip of his coffee, watched the steaming steam rising from the mouth of the cup, and after a moment of silence, he smiled, a bit bitter.

Hubble nodded to him, then looked at the thick glass, five sled cars gradually stopped their engines and roared, and lined up outside.

However, within two days a phone call came, and his work at the Antarctic sub-division scientific research station was over.

"It's okay, you can go back soon, there has been no progress for half a year, Frank Pharmaceuticals will not continue to fund this expedition... You can go back soon, continue to sit in your office and enjoy the punctual attendance get off work."

"You found it, you don't want it?"

That's what the research laboratories at a deeper level do, but businessmen, maybe they can breed some mutants, then make vaccines, and then amplify the virus to make a profit.

"So, Antarctica has been the territory of China since ancient times..." Dolly made a joke, and said immediately: "It is yours now, go back and check the font on it, and then call me to unlock my hand." Doubts in my heart."

There were four people in each car. After getting off the car, they walked into the cafeteria. Some people glanced at Hubble, and some greeted him warmly. The team leader came in last, rubbed his temples and sat opposite Hubble.

"They're back." The fat chef glanced outside, shrugged and stood up, "I have to prepare everyone's lunch."

Hubble turned over, pushed his glasses subconsciously, a hint of disbelief appeared in his eyes, and then looked at Dolly.

As he spoke, he took out a dark piece of wood from his coat pocket, "It's strange...there is such a thing in Antarctica. If I knew a little about archaeology, I would think someone was joking with me."

"Both...but...they didn't tell me that they would stay here for so long, and now I miss my [-]-square-meter bachelor pad in Los Angeles. There are soft beds and pillows, Sunny beaches, hot bikini babes..."

Hubble looked at it carefully for a while, then shook his head, "It's not a character I know, but from the structure, I think it looks like an ancient Chinese font."

"Thank you for the comfort."

The black man nodded: "But I don't know it, do you know it?"

Westerners are born with a strong curiosity. They proposed to decipher the text on the wood chips, but they searched the entire Internet and could not find the relevant fonts. Even if they found the Huaguo fonts, they did not know them.

"Damn it, if you know it, don't ask any more." The leader was a black man named Dolly, in his fifties, who was said to be from Washington, and for Hubble, he was the only person he could chat with.

Hubble smiled, and just as he was taking a sip of coffee, Dolly, the black man across from him, suddenly sat upright, leaning on the table with his elbows, "It's not like I didn't gain anything, look... what did we find near a glacier?"

Hubble squeezed out a smile. He was a staff member sent by Frank Pharmaceuticals to search for some ancient viruses under the Antarctic ice, hoping to find something different from these ancient germs, which would help medical research.

Just when I was bored, the roar of the sled car sounded outside.

But that was five days later. As soon as he returned to the building where Frank Pharmaceuticals located in Los Angeles, he was called to report to work. As for the wood chip, it was considered something other than work and was not included in the report.

He had had enough of such a day, packed up and saluted that night, said goodbye to Dolly and the fat chef, and set foot on to McMurdo Station, where he boarded the returning boat, and then flew back to Los Angeles.

The fat chef looked at the young man in front of him rubbing his hair in distress, and the fat on his smiling face was covered with wrinkles.

"You still haven't gained anything today?"

"What will it give me? A loaf of bread or a bottle of whiskey?"

Hubble knew a little bit about what these businessmen were doing behind the scenes. One of his colleagues once reported it. Unfortunately, this colleague disappeared and may have gone to other cities...

The piece of wood handed over was about the size of a palm, rectangular in shape, and cut evenly on all sides, but as far as the cut was made, Hubble could still tell that it was old, unlike the one made last week.

Of course they said so, and Hubble didn't know if there were other uses.

Dolly waved her hand, got up and left to get the plate and wait for the meal.While drinking coffee, Hubble rubbed the writing on this very cold piece of wood, lost in thought.

"There is text on this side."

Afterwards, he called a group of friends, came to a gathering at home, told them the story that happened in Antarctica, and of course told the story of the wood chips and showed them.

"Hey, Hubble, I almost forgot. I have a friend from Huaguo Bay Island. He may know him." The blond woman named Lucy, in front of Hubble, took out the stored number on her mobile phone. Number, "I have traveled to Bay Island and met him there. He is a very hospitable Chinese man. I found..."

Immediately, she gave a 'shh' to the others, and chatted with the person on the other end of the phone. After a while, the woman named Lucy quickly sat in front of the computer, logged in the chat tool, turned on the camera, and Put the veneer under the camera for the other party to see.

Soon, there was a reply in the message column.

"Dear Lucy, I only recognize one character, and I'm not sure about it. From my knowledge, these characters are not like ordinary ancient characters, and they may be related to religion."

(End of this chapter)